Agetta had gone into Hyaline looking for death, or at the very least a fight that would calm her mind, but she had walked (no, ran) out after things had ended very differently. She had not been expecting it. But she had not stopped it. Had not wanted to at the time. Her self-loathing doesn’t know a limit, and by the time she realized what a colossal mistake had been made, it was too late.
And now, turning to look at the swelling of her sides, she can feel herself shatter a new.
Her midnight gaze drifts down, to the blood that still stains her sides and legs. The injuries from her fall (jump) healed without so much as a scar. She knows there is a stain on her cheek and neck as well - matting her mane in a spot where her neck had broken, but she’s beyond caring to try to clean any of it off. There are only clean tracks where the tears had traced - tears of frustration, of the pain she cannot escape.
She closes her eyes and sees Plume flinching when she said she loved him. Sees him turn and leave as he took to the skies.
She thinks of Garbage and how she couldn’t bring herself to find him afterwards, knowing she did not deserve any comfort - knowing she did not have the strength for a second conversation.
Agetta drifts along the riverside in the winter night, following it to where it meets the ocean, and in the cold shallow waters she stands - staring out at the horizon - trying to figure out just what the hell she’s supposed to do now.
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